Lately I feel like I’ve been drowning,
Surpressing everything as my reality surrounds me,
A constricted throat under hatred’s grasp,
Suffocating myself and my own feelings using my cold hands.
I feel like crying but I hold it in,
My favorite pastime is distracting myself from breaking over every little thing.
Even if it feels like I could implode,
From constantly chasing something unknown,
I...